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Updated: June 14, 2025
Within an hour, Bill Brown; with the aid of his men, had routed out a Khaubuji stallion for Juggut Khan, one fit to carry him against time the whole of the way to Bholat. The Rajput mounted him where Brown unearthed him, and watched the signing of a scribbled-out receipt with a cynical smile.
And he was under orders to stay with the bulk of his command in Bholat! Corked up in cantonments, with three thousand first-class fighting-men squealing for trouble, and red rebellion running riot all around him though it might be quelled by instant action! And then worse happened. Juggut Khan clattered in to Bholat, spurring a horse that was so spent it could barely keep its feet.
He made us unslip the halter, and fall down flat, and he's supposed to be keeping us by him, by a sort of spell, so's to give us something extra-special in the line of ghastly deaths at his own convenience. That way, I was able to wait for news from Bholat see?" "You could have captured no more important prisoner than that, sahib, let me tell you!
It was not likely, but there might be a column on its way from Bholat now; and if that column came, and found the bones of British soldiers as well as a burned-out guard-house, vengeance would be dire and prompt. Between where they were and Jailpore, the white men could not possibly escape. And at Jailpore, if not sooner, they must surely die.
So where a little cluster of mud huts ached in the heat of a right angle where the trunk road crossed a native road some seventy miles from Bholat, Bill Brown swordsman and sergeant and strictest of martinets, as well as sentimentalist had been set to watch and listen and report.
They were groping for something intangible and noiseless and threatening which they felt was there in a darkness, but which one could not see. Baines was one of them Lieutenant-General Baines, commanding at Bholat. His troops were in the center of a spider's web of roads that criss-crossed and drained a province.
The native barracks at Jailpore have been burned, and all the English officers are killed or so says Juggut Khan. He's riding on, to carry the news to General Baines. He says that the mutineers are planning to come along this way some time within the next few hours!" "What are we going to do, then?" "That's my business! I'm in command here!" "Yes, but, Sergeant aren't you going back to Bholat?
"We be two men, you and I! Why should the one be loyal and the other not?" "When this is over," said Brown, "if it ends the way we want, and we're both alive, I'd like to call myself your friend!" "I have always been your friend, sahib, and you mine, since the day when you bandaged up a boy and gave him your own drinking-water and carried him in to Bholat on your shoulder, twenty miles or more."
These doubters were the older men, who had had experience of England's craft in war. They knew of the ability of some at least of England's generals to match guile against guile, and back up guile with swift, unexpected hammer-strokes. There were men who claimed that what had happened in Jailpore would be repeated in Bholat and elsewhere.
In the meantime, the rebels have looted Jailpore and burned their barracks, and within an hour or two they will start along this road for Bholat, which they have a mind to loot likewise. My advice to you is retire at once. Get me another horse from somewhere, that I may carry warning. Then follow me as fast as you and your men can move." "Bah!" said Brown.
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